ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  “Fuck, you were great.”

  Chapter Seven

  Celia wandered back to the kitchen to grab a drink, her bra long forgotten as naked men and women slithered over the sheets and fucked to needy ends.

  Leaning against the counter, she could see Trent had shuffled to another couch and was enjoying a long blowjob by a raven-haired woman.

  Trent had long lost his shirt, his chest glowing with scratches and hickeys.

  Locking eyes with Celia, Trent sat up and rested his palm on the bobbing head of his girl, pulling her down into his crotch with every suck.

  Turned on, Celia reached into the champagne bucket and pulled out a handful of ice cubes and trailed them over her chest, circling her breasts and bringing the ice to her lips.

  Wrapping his lover’s hair around his fist, he pulled harder at her sucking, angrily screwing up his face as he locked eyes on the chocolate coloured vision before him. Just as suddenly as his passion started, he pulled the girls’ face away from his crotch and gave her a winning smile, “That was incredible, thank you,”

  Tucking himself back into his pants, Trent got up and strutted over to Celia, “Are you having a good time?”

  Celia nodded appreciatively.

  “Good, because I have a room for you. There was a special request; you and I with another couple.”

  Taking her by the hand, Trent led her to the dimly lit master bedroom. Seating her on the bed, Trent gently kissed Celia’s mouth.

  “You taste like another woman. I like it,” he licked her lips and straightened the mask on her face.

  “This is an incredible night,” Trent slid his fingers between her thighs and massaged her pulsing centre.

  “Now, the couple we’re meeting, the guy wants you to call him ‘Daddy’, can you do that?”

  A thrill spiralled up her back, “Sure I can,” Celia wiggled out of her lingerie just as two robed figures entered the room. It was obvious from their robes that they were an older couple.

  The woman approached the bed she let her robe drop. She climbed onto the bed pulling Trent’s head towards her.

  The man, however, kept his robe on and approached Celia.

  “Hello, daddy,” she gave what she thought was a naughty smile. Trent had taken his hand from her thighs and was now using her juice to spread the other woman’s lips.

  “Have you been a good girl?” the man asked, his voice resounding with a familiar tone.

  “Oh yes, daddy, I have been a very good girl,”

  “What sort of reward does my little girl get?” he stepped up to the bed.

  “This kind daddy,” Celia reached for his robe and parted the seams, revealing a stiff, throbbing cock. Licking her lips, Celia slowly lowered her mouth and slid her tongue over the head.

  “Is this ok daddy?”

  The man gasped and moaned, “You do what you need to, baby girl,”

  She licked the tip again, this time letting her tongue swirl around the ridge of his head, sending the cock twitching and pulsing with need. She gently sucked the end, letting her lips hold and move over the tip like a tight pussy. Finding the cock swelling quickly, Celia moved the cock deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue massage and flick the end with every pull back.

  The man eased his cock out of Celia’s mouth.

  “Daddy wants to taste you - ok, baby girl?”

  Celia scooted up the bed and let her thighs fall away. The man climbed on to the bed and looked greedily into Celia’s eyes. He settled his thin papery lips on her aching pussy.

  The man slurped at her juices, his tongue taking tentative flicks of her bean before nuzzling deep into her centre to penetrate her slit.

  The man pulled his face back, his cheeks, mouth and chin glistening with her wetness, “You taste like a peach; you’ve been a very good girl,”

  The man burrowed down again, digging his long thin fingers into her thighs so he could pull himself deeper into her throbbing pussy.

  Celia balled her fist and bit into her knuckle to hold back the moans that this man was creating from his greedy suckling. Her cunt was pulsing, and she needed a fuck more than ever.

  Pulling away from her pussy, the man briefly wiped his face before climbing over her body, his rigid length swaying as he moved.

  “Now baby girl,” his voice wavered with excitement, “daddy is going to put his cock inside you because you’re all nice and wet. Do you want daddy to go inside?”

  “Yes, daddy, I really need you inside me,” she gasped.

  “That’s my girl,” he smiled.

  Tilting her hips, Celia angled her hole so the man could slide into her sex. Again, her pussy lips had tightened on his head preventing him from thrusting down the whole length.

  “I’m very tight daddy,” Celia smiled wickedly.

  Grinning, the old man used small thrusts to work his cock in and out of her pussy lips, easing the head past until he sank full-hilt into her throbbing slit.

  Grasping on to the bed linen, the man plunged himself forward and back, his pulsing cock swelling with each push.

  Looking past the man’s shoulder, Celia could see Trent also plunging his cock into his older partner. His motions were measured and smooth, unlike this rutting, papery man who rested on her voluptuous curves.

  Trent was playing with his lady’s tits when his eyes flicked over to Celia. As their eyes locked, Celia clenched her pussy and made her lover groan in appreciation. Trent smiled, and thrust harder into his partner, a low purr building in his partner’s throat.

  The man pushed himself up into a kneeling position and pressed Celia’s knees to her chest.

  Watching himself enter Celia made his cock twitch and throb harder, raising the ridges of his veins and exciting Celia’s pussy lips.

  Trent stared transfixed at Celia’s glistening cunt, turned on by watching the old man’s length slide in and out. Building his thrusts, Trent fucked his partner harder and harder, his complete attention on Celia.

  Celia couldn’t control herself, and watching Trent fuck another the way he would want to fuck her sent her senses reeling.

  “Oh my god daddy, please fuck me, please fuck me hard!”

  The old man grunted and started rutting harder against her. Cumbersome in his movements, he lurched against her clit, his own quavering moan building as he got closer to shooting his load.

  “That’s a good baby girl, let daddy fuck you harder, that’s it, open your legs,” the man’s dick thickened.

  “Just a thick, long screw,” he gasped, before arching his back and roaring, a thick hot spurt of cum slathering her cunt. Recognising the man as the creep, Gerald, from the charity ball, Celia felt her inside writhe in confusion. Turned on by the fact there was a pervert coming between her legs, she let out a scream and felt her pussy drop and squeeze, pulling on the shrivelled cock inside of her.

  Gerald dropped on to her chest and slipped her breast into his mouth, suckled on the nipple like a child, and sent another ripple of ecstasy through her. The panting and gasping next to her also built, and with Trent’s eyes locked onto Celia’s. He let out an animal grunt and thrust his cock deep into his partner’s pussy, his partner’s orgasm mingled with his.

  “That’s exactly what I needed - a thick long screw,” Celia panted.

  THE END

  THE BILLIONAIRE BROTHERS’ OFFER

  MENAGE EROTICA

  Chapter One

  Celia threw several large notes at the taxi driver and scrambled from the car, leaping over the roadway and clattering down the sidewalk to her after-work meeting.

  Her day in the agency office had been arduous, at best, and she had underestimated the time it would for her to change in the work bathroom and get a taxi. Celia had on a form fitting, yet conservative looking, black dress and was mincing as fast as her pencil skirt would allow toward the restaurant. Her billionaire client and occasional bedroom partner, Trent Avery, had invited her to meet some of his international partners. While not the most unusual r
equest Trent had ever asked her, like her first assignment where she organized a private group orgy and had her first girl-on-girl experience, Celia was not used to being exclusively invited to Avery Industries events. At the moment, Celia was organizing Avery Industries’ presence at an international IT convention and Trent had said that it was necessary she met the team before the convention.

  Seeing the restaurant entrance just ahead, Celia stopped in the alcove of a closed shop and pulled her favorite killer stilettos from her handbag, replacing her comfy ballet flats in an instant.

  Pulling down her dress and combing her bejeweled fingers through her glossy black hair, Celia took a few bracing breaths and made her way calmly to the restaurant entrance.

  The restaurant was one of the most exclusive in the city, and it was said that it took months to get a booking; so how Trent was able to secure a table for eight within just a few days’ notice was practically a mystery.

  Pushing through the solid oak door, Celia was enveloped by the heat and smell of rich foods.

  A stern-faced maître de stood to attention at the door and gave Celia the once-over. Approving of Celia’s attire, the impeccably dressed older woman approached and offered to take Celia’s coat.

  “Would you be the final guest for the Avery Industries table?” the woman swiftly removed the trench and hung it in a hidden cloakroom.

  “Yes, actually I am, how did you know?”

  “Oh, there isn’t another guest expected for 25 minutes, we make it our business to know who is coming in and when,” the woman’s eyes crinkled with a smile, which pleasantly melted her cool appearance.

  With that, the lady motioned toward the sparse dining area. Unlike many other restaurants, the tables were few and far between. This not just to drive up the price and exclusivity of the tables but gave guests privacy – which also made the restaurant a hot spot for celebrities and cheating power-players.

  Hidden behind an ornate screen was Celia’s table, a huge roundtable filled with broad-shouldered men in their late 40s who were at this point jostling and laughing. A buzz of excitement flitted up Celia’s spine; the last time she had been at a table like this she’d been ravished by three mysterious, and maybe not so mysterious, men.

  Trent stood up from his seat the moment Celia came in to view, “This, gentlemen, is the very talented, Celia.”

  Six pairs of eyes swiveled and fixed on to Celia; very quickly Trent introduced the guests with each giving a little wave or toast with their wineglass.

  “I am very sorry I am late,” Celia started, “But the traffic from my side of town was just dreadful,”

  “Not at all Celia, we were a little late ourselves,” the men all chuckled in agreement, “We were having just a little too much fun drinking at a nearby bar,” at that, Celia was seated in the spare chair on Trent’s right.

  Celia nodded to the guest on her own right, a rugged and handsome looking man with short dark red hair, outdoorsy suntanned skin and vibrant green eyes.

  “George,” the man smiled and stuck his hand out giving Celia’s a firm shake, Celia could detect a strong accent.

  Celia waited for the maître de to pour her a glass of wine, and beamed back at her chivalrous neighbor, “Thanks, there were so many names that my mind is spinning. So, are you from the UK office?”

  “Yeah, I’m here with Carl,” George pointed to a nondescript man across the table, “Now, call me crazy, but we’re just amazed by the work you’ve done so far, ever thought about making a go in the UK?”

  Surprised that any businessman would ask questions of her straight away, Celia blushed.

  “Well… you’ll be surprised how well a few well-placed balloons will do to the crowds,”

  George laughed, a red blotchiness growing on his skin betraying his drunken state.

  Just then, menus were gently placed in front of the guests and new batches of freshly baked bread distributed among the drunken men.

  Before Celia could look at the menu Trent had begun to tap his wineglass with a fork.

  “Lady and gentlemen, I would like to propose a toast. To good fortune, good business and good company,” Trent let his eyes linger on Celia’s and took a generous sip of his wine.

  Chapter Two

  With the food orders taken, another bottle of priceless red was opened and poured; the conversation had bubbled and flowed as well as any dinner party Celia had ever been to. Most of the guests had been hardworking managers and entrepreneurs who had met Trent in his early days and were eventually recruited to help shape the organization into its formidable standing today.

  George had proved an entertainer at heart; Celia’s sides were in stitches at his streams of jokes.

  Entrees had been flavorful bites, and now the mains were being dished out. Celia had settled on a steak, while most of her new colleagues had cleverly chosen filling pastas to quench their drunken appetites.

  George had chosen a type of seafood pasta glistening with olive oil and filled with mussels, prawns and lobster meat.

  The conversation had come to a lull, and it seemed that the table guests were grouping into closer chats.

  “So,” said George between bites, “How did Trent uncover this hidden gem that is Celia,” his green eyes flashed with bemusement.

  Celia dug her sharp knife deeper into the steak, “Well, at a charity function actually. I sort of, insulted him,”

  George choked and coughed on his pasta, “What?”

  “Yes!” she laughed, “He was buying everything at this auction and I got suspicious so I gave him a call, can’t say it was the typical kind of introduction but he said he was impressed and called me the next day to discuss some of his… event plans,”

  George laughed into his wineglass, “A spark like you is hard to find,” he then turned his body toward Celia, knocking his knees against hers.

  “So, you and Trent work closely?”

  “Not… really,” Celia focused on her meal, “I mean, he gives me the briefs, I liaise with him at the events and report on findings, but my main contact is Ben, the personal assistant. Now that guy is a superstar,”

  George nodded slowly, the alcohol in his blood slowing his absorption of information.

  “Well, I have never seen him so focused and proactive before,” George patted Celia’s shapely thigh and leaned forwards, “Before you came in, we were having serious conversations on giving him some time off. You’ve done a great job for the whole business,” George’s hand rubbed back and forth over Celia’s dress fabric, “So, you been the UK before?”

  Celia took a bite of her steak and shook her head.

  “Oh, you should. It’s just across the pond, you know. You could bring along your… partner, or what have you, and I can show you around, it would be my pleasure” his hand lingered on Celia’s dress.

  Celia couldn’t help her lips pulling up into a grin and took her time looking before looking back, “That’s too generous, but no, there’s no partner just yet,”

  “How can that be? An exotic woman like you not having a partner, that’s a crime in itself, what is the world coming to?” George wasn’t the first to comment appreciatively on her glowing skin and dark features. At that, George’s broad hand made an appreciative sweep of her leg, edging further toward her inner thigh. A shiver of anticipation trembled down Celia’s spine and settled as a pleasant buzz in the pit of her belly.

  The thick white linen tablecloth hid everything from view, and George looked a natural using one hand to twirl and fork his pasta. Celia’s heart thumped, and with the subtlest of movements she opened her thighs out under George’s hand.

  George stopped twirling his pasta and grinned into his plate. Licking his lips, he slowly resumed eating while his left hand trailed back down Celia’s dress to her knee and snuck beneath the fabric.

  Celia focused on cutting her juicy steak and spearing the vegetables, but her senses were tingling like crazy as her body tracked George’s slow progress into her inner thighs.


  George’s hand stroked the soft mocha skin of her inner thigh, and edged up further. Celia responded and rolled her thighs out under the table, letting her guest reach her dampening panties.

  Trent was busy talking shop to the guests on his left, and the representatives across the table were watching sport replays on their smartphones.

  “No one is watching,” George muttered, his eyes flashing with excitement.

  Celia blushed and turned toward him, a move that actively scooped George’s hand into her crotch, “I am so far impressed with your work,” she started, batting her eyelashes at him “But what are you going to do now?”

  George put down his fork, reached for his glass and took a sip; “I’ll leave you breathless,”

  At that, George’s fingers ran up and down the centre of Celia’s panties, enticing the buzzing flesh underneath.

  Slowly up and down George ran his fingers and knuckles over the satin fabric, pressing the panties into Celia’s damp nether regions. Celia’s hole was practically gaping by the fifth rub, her clit engorged with blood and throbbing angrily.

  “You are just delicious,” George whispered toward her.

  Celia went to reach for him, but George shook his head, “Another time Cherie, this is all you,”

  George’s hand stopped moving, and his thumb press down on the tip of Celia’s clit. Celia practically jolted in her seat, and had to squeeze the cutlery in her hands to stop herself from moaning.

  Then, George’s thumb started circling the tip, his slow and concentrated movements livening her wet centre. She thrust her hips toward his hand, her clit demanding a hard rub, but George eloquently slid the pressure away.

  Celia’s let out a breath and miserably tried to focus on getting the food onto her fork.

  Just as she popped another bite into her mouth George’s fingers slid under the panties and a deft thick finger slotted into her pussy.